#mercurial

[cleapallea]

Astrology Observation(s) by Cleapallea

Sorry for being inactive, I just opened my business here in our country. Not open for free readings as of now

1. Having air in mercury makes someone expand their knowledge even if they don't want to! Yup, you heard me!

2. Worry about a gf that will cheat on you? Find Leo (any placements!) Especially if they have Leo placed/connected to their sun or 1st house! It makes them much more focused on self-seeking validation than flingers.

3. If you have Leo in the 3rd house, 9th and 11th, always consider how to rebrand yourself on social media. You have too much privilege there.

4. Mercury with Saturn placements. They are these kinds of people who gained a lot of knowledge, skill and intelligence from scratch. Things are never easy for them. If you need someone to be your coach, assistant or teacher, I am telling you to hire them.

5. Saturn also tells you about your past relationships.

!Plagiarism is a crime!

[seriallover]

Fashion is both Venusian and Mercurial, an art that calls for more than just an eye for beauty and luxury, it demands the ability to shape and channel energy.

You're not merely dressing the body, you're crafting an illusion, a reflection of desire and intention.

[novakyuu]

a magical kid that transforms into the magical girls they see on TV ✨️

cause who else would know how to fight bad guys other than the animated superheros :0???

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃 Mercurial

ghoap x male reader

Chapter Five:Hunger Pains

"Hunger hurts but I want him so bad oh it kills."

~Fiona Apple, Paper Bag

Johnny's hungry.

His stomach churning with acid, threatening to eat away at his calm demeanor, the car ride is silent Simon keeps a broad hand on his knee to keep him calm as they drive back home from the hangar.

On the way he imagines home, it's barely morning so you might be in bed, nestled between blankets, freshly shaven and bare safe for you boxers. He wants to rub his stubble against your smooth cheeks press himself against you from chest to thigh and stay there untill he's warm again, he can almost feel you barely awake sour breath brushing against his lips as you pat around fro Simon with your free hand ,your soft sleepy murmuring as they press you between them, his hand on the small of Simon's meaty back, the three of you half asleep yet aware, how right it feels like the twilight zone after a surgery.

Or maybe you'll be up restless and oversimulated from some late night project busying yourself with cooking them an extra early breakfast and he'll get to nudge you away into Simon's waiting arms and take over flipping the pan or watching the soup, you'll all go to bed with full bellies and warm hearts just as you're supposed to. He refuses to think about the possibility of you being distant, cold, unsafe. He doesn't want to confront the things he's had to do to keep his home together, he doesn't want to process the amount of personal and legal boundaries he has completely ignored, how much he's hurt you in retaliation when he swore he'd be better than that.

"Nearly there."

He looks out the car window and sees the quiet, sleepy home, the curtains shut, not a peek of light, you must be in bed then, he's desperate for a bed warm with the scents of his lovers, his steps are slow as he climbs up the stairs, hands firm on the railings ;his bad knee acting up and his stomach knotted tight, eating away at itself. He hopes you've saved him an ice pack like you used to, he hopes you'll rub it better, he hopes you'll allow them the quiet and comfort they need to shake away Soap and Ghost; take off the second skin and and press the raw, fresh one under that against yours.

He stops when he sees Simon standing frozen still on the threshold, his shoulders stiff, he keeps clenching and unclenhiching his fists.

The apartment is dark, quiet, he tastes something rotten on his tongue.

"Something wrong, Si?"

Simon Riley knows hungry houses, he grew up in one. Houses hungry for calm, for warmth, for content residents and calm, quiet night. He knows how they get desolate and rabid when left fasting, waiting for too long, how the bedrooms become mouths full of sharp jagged teeth, how the basement fills with orange acid, how the whole house grows cold and reeks. How everything is crumbling before you can see it.

He had hoped his home, the one he had built up from scraps with you and Johnny would never starve. It had been hungry, he knows that and it had been repaired, fed; after you snapped and struggled fighting against something he knows you need, it had been foreseen, half prepared for.

He stand stock still in the threshold of a house famished, he feels it before he knows it. İt feels liminal somehow, empty the darkened throat of the hallway beckoning him in like a cliff edge. He throws his bag on the floor and takes off his boots flicks on the lights, yells out your name as John barges in, sensing the drastic shift in his mood. The two of them; muscles connected to the same nerve, glued to the same bone.

No answer, he grits his teeth.

"He's not in bed."

Johnny calls from inside the house as Simon looks around, disoriented, terrified and that's when he spots it, your card placed neatly on the kitchen island, next to it; a note.

Something lashes in him like a hissing snake, rattling his ribs and pulling his muscles taut, pulling Ghost with his sure hands and calculating, focused mind back out of the fog.

He wants to vomit.

[sirenestarling]

it’s kinda crazy how in tropical astrology i’m venusian but in vedic i’m super mercurial and solar but i love all my placements 💋❤️

[humforeurydice]

do you have any idea how hard is it to live with saturnian and mercurial placements with no fire placements?? a curious perfectionist with no drive

[ahcoffeebeans2]

fluid bodies in motion

the angel is WITNESS aka MARIA MILTON (she/they), who carries an entire universe inside of her that, unfortunately, causes her body to explode into roots and wings. she looks like an angel because that's the most "normal" she can force herself to look

the red mass is MERCURIAL (she/her), a shapeshifting android based off of the personality of a seventies supervillain super-scientist. she has total control over how her body looks and behaves, and maria might be jealous

[ladyteelia]

One of my friends said Mercurial was my personal Sexy Tumblr Man™ SO I tried it

[artmelia39]

The cover art for Solos: Prelude is finally done! This took a long time but I learned so much doing it and really upped my game. I'm not wholly satisfied but what a great thing to finally accomplish!

I hope everyone who's been reading has been enjoying it as much as I've been writing it!

[conceptionsofconciousness]

People with planets in Revati Nakshatra are renowned for their exceptional knack for locating lost items. They seem to possess an uncanny luck in recovering belongings that have vanished, rendering them invaluable in scenarios where lost possessions must be found. Individuals with this nakshatra may be naturally inclined towards careers that involve assisting others in finding lost individuals, love, or items.

More posts on Revati Nakshatra

Nakshatra Notes Masterpost (Link collection of all 27 Nakshatras)

[peanutmarls]

Mercury through the signs part 2 🙂

🗣️ mercury in Libra: like to think of the pro’s and con’s (essentially think about all the options before making a decision), they can also be indecisive or tend to make a decision and may change it later on, with the Venus influence; they can have either beautiful speaking voices or speak in a composed, balanced , almost poetic way, can have an interest in learning topics of art, justice, law, marriage, divorce, business contracts, relationships in general, they are social and charming with their words and the way they think , can be persuasive and be good mediators

🗣️ mercury in Scorpio: like to engage in deep conversation (they want to know the psychological motivations, the things beneath the surface ), their words can be sharp if upset, can be interested in topics involving psychology, forensics, sex topics, magic, mystery , the occult and taboo, they like to investigate and know the details of things, can be good investigators/detectives, they can be the type of people that can ask you probing questions but don’t necessarily like to reveal about themselves (unless you’re in their close circle)

🗣️ mercury in Sagittarius: can get loud when they speak, with enthusiasm, can also be very direct, it can almost come out abrasive but they have good intentions ,can be interested in topics involving ethics, foreign policy, religion, traveling , any learning or higher education courses, philosophy, their minds are interested in knowing the truth and facts , in general ,expansive minds and a thirst for knowledge

[seriallover]

Makeup for Mercurial women💚

Eccentric, vibrant, colorful, and innovative, are the ones setting trends in makeup. Highly creative, they enjoy playing with dimensions and favor exaggerated, rule-breaking looks, from graphic eyes to doll-like or Bratz-inspired.

[novakyuu]

When a ladybug friend joins your magical girl transformation 💫🎀

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃 Mercurial

ghoap x male reader

Chapter Three: Devour

"I can be good, I can be true

You know I don't love anyone, but I love you"

-Nicole Dollanganger, Chapel

(tw: poverty, dishonest reader)

You don't like it, you don't like it a damn bit.

You don't like the bandage on your bottom lip, you don't like the smiley face doodle next to their supposed names, you don't like that your front door is locked with the only key of the shitty, rental sitting safely on the cracked tile floor.

It makes you feel small, it makes you feel pathetic; like a small thing desperate for help the feeling claws away at you twitching your fingers as you punch their numbers in and thank them, lashes out your throat when the same snobby kid comes into the shop with the same posh car he's brought in four times this month.

It makes you restless, it makes you damn near resentfull to these two men who in no way deserve it, they just helped some poor bloke get home after a night out, they probably never thought about it again or maybe they did; maybe they still do maybe they think about how needy you are as you three text back and fourth.

You feel as like you owe them and it kills you inside, so you decide to repay them.

'hey off work this Sunday wanna hangout? :)'

And then it began, looking back now, from this distance, you can see the way you'd twisted the narrative, convinced them they could love you, that you were good.

It was awkward at first, then it was friendship, then you were sitting cross-legged on the bed getting invited into their relationship. At the time it had seemed too erratic, too fast, no time to sit and think, no time to second guess but from this distance you can see how you wiggled your way into a place meant for them, carved a space out in hearts desperate for stability and already occupied, for someone like you, somone who didn't know how stay.

It was always transactional on your part, or at least it was supposed to be.

You would help them out for the grace they had shown you that night and you would prove to them that the help they gave you that night was justified you would lead them into thinking you were a person deserving of good things. You had no ill intension despite the driving force behind these actions being festering, putrid emotions. And then you'd leave once the cards were even, your feathers smooth. You'd skip town like so many times before and leave them behind with good, happy memories.

But you stayed.

You showed up on time to planned hangouts, you cleaned up after yourself when you stayed over and cleaned up the flat they shared with the spare key Ghost had given you half a year into knowing you and stocked the pantry with foods you knew they liked, listed on a little notepad while they were on what you used to know as business trips.

You were overstepping boundaries, you were too much, you were restless. You were appriciated.

Then you let them in after they got kicked out from their flat because John got into a fight with the nosy landlord. You took notice of their likes, dislikes, the things that set them on edge wrote themn down and acted accordingly.

You gave the neighbours fake names and vague answers whenever they asked about them, you kept scotch in the kitchen closet and sleeping pills behind the cracked bathroom mirror, you kept the door barricaded with a chair at night and didn't even think of unlocking it untill you confirmed it was them.

In turn they opened up to you about their profession, their pasts, their relationship, their insecurities their desires.

You were ingenuine, you were too obedient, you were smothering.

You were becoming irreplaceable.

You were sitting by the window sill with John ,Simon out on an errand, when he said.

"Ye ken, we uhh- we appreciate you a lot hare. Wit' what we do 'n how we can be I ken we ain't the easiest folks to be around."

You snorted into your morning tea shaking your head as you knocked your shoulder against his.

"And I'm just the dew on morning grass ain't I? It's lovely to have y'all around, needed me some reliable mates for a while now anyways. And don't I owe you?"

John turned to you recently plucked eyebrows raised.

"Owe us? Fer what?"

"Y'know, that night by the pub, I'd have probably become a headline that night without you two."

It's his turn to shake his head in disbelief, giving you that lovely smile you're slowly becoming accustomed to.

"Don't ye think that score's been settled a few dozen times by now?"

And before you knew it the three of you were saving up money for a new flat (you should have said no, you shoul have told them you always kept your suitcase packed for when you were finnaly sick of things too familiar, too comforting, too yours).

The scotch and the pills are replaced with fresh strawberries from the farmers market and melanin gummies in the new fridge Simon cleaned every Sunday, days of biting your tounge against customers were now full of work at a different shop with encouraged and nurtured patience and a customer service smile half genuine with the thought of going home to them. Nights out at pubs were slowly becoming dates, vauge answers and calculating looks were confessions and and eyes soft in the light spilling through the tall window of your new apartment.

Someone smoothes their hand down the expanse of your back as you're putting up curtains, it's early but you want it done before you head off to work so all three of you sleep better in the privacy and shade it provides, so the new apertment feels more like home.

Simon's smiling at you, his face is bare and his hands warm, they just got home yesterday, none of you sleep well in new environments, you're glad the new bed has enough room for them to toss and turn.

His cheeks are flushed from sleep.

"Bit short for the job angel, let me help?"

You step down from the stool and hand him the end of the thick curtain, marine blue with patterns swirled on it like puffs of smoke.

"Always nice havin' tall lads at my disposal."

You joke watching his muscles flex and his hands work as they slide the rings on. You lean your head onto his thigh.

"It's warmer here, don't ya think? Real airy too, lots of room for us."

You nod, you haven't lived in a place so nice in years.

"Better when it's with you two."

Ghost and John became Simon and Johnny then Simon, you and Johnny.

You had dug yourself into a hole you did not deserve, built yourself a place not meant for people like you, filled it with the care and concern that had once been so calculated and planned before it became effortless, natural.

Your home, your safe heaven, your boyfriends; with your old suitcase rotting in a landfill somewhere.

Before you knew it you were restless once again.

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[astrodetective]

Me: *a Gemini trying to avoid the mercurial accusations*

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